I think Layton has become obsessed. Obsessed with books. He just can’t get enough.
He constantly brings me books to read. Just for fun, one day, I counted how many books I read to him. Thirty-seven. Yep 37! No wonder my brain is a little addled. You read Moo Baa La La La 12 times in a row and see if you can think straight.
He has several favorites that he makes me read over and over and over. Where the Wild Things Are. Knuffle Bunny. Picture Me Having Dinosaur Fun. Dinosaur Roar. Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? Is it sad that after reading one of those books several times in a single day I have begun stashing them in places where he can’t see them so that I don’t have to read them again?
And you thought that he was pitiful when begging for a pancake. You haven’t seen pitiful until you say no when he brings you his favorite book to read.
Can’t you just hear that sad little cry?